I needed some good news today so I opened up a fortune cookie that was sitting amongst my coffee stuff. It was probably about 3 months old and tasted pretty awful which was really disappointing. I opened up the paper slip and read "The stock market may be your ticket to success." Perfect.
I had spent most of the day trying to sketch ideas for the first few pages of the first issue of my first comic and I was not gaining much ground so I needed a tiny little pick-me-up from a magical cookie. I had been reading this blog I found called 3eanuts. They take the typical four panel comic by Charles Schultz and remove the final panel leaving the characters in their existential misery. "Despair pervades all" as they put it. I read all twelve pages that were posted because in this format I surprisingly identified even more closely with these poor souls. And that is quite a feat because Peanuts has been a driving force in my life for many, many years and to somehow give it a seemingly new life, well, the accomplishment cannot be understated. But anyway, I believe it put me in somewhat of a dour mood. The cookie's supposedly hopeful message merely joined the party.
Spring. Come. I have places to walk to and I want to be able to enjoy the journey a little more than I do right now.
brandon
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
memories an' shit
I love memorabilia as bookmarks. Right now my place in my copy of Sarah Vowell's essay collection "The Partly Cloudy Patriot" is being saved by my ticket to "An Evening With Garrison Keillor." In W.E.B. Du Bois' "The Souls of Black Folk" is a "World Famous Cable Car" ticket from my trip to San Francisco last summer. I always keep these little bits of ephemera but until very recently I have never figured out what to do with them beyond keeping them in small, decorative boxes. Of course my little boxes are full of things that won't fit in a book quite so snuggly, such as gift shop shot glasses, old t-shirts from parks I have camped in with my parents that are far too big (or too small), and a small chunk of the Blues Brother's vehicle, the Bluesmobile, that I accidentally broke off when my family was visiting Universal Studios many, many years ago.
Speaking of traveling, I have thought about writing a travel essay entitled something like "places I have pooped" because having IBS I have pooped more places than not. Any sort of environmental change engages my illness so needless to say when I travel I defecate. Well, it's an idea anyway. I have found it is always good to get all ideas out so they don't disappear. But perhaps it is best to not write down these ideas on a public blog. Oh well, I am not into editing these posts so it is going to remain. And I will be the one laughing all the way to the bank when the Travel Channel picks up my travel column that spun off of my essay and turns it into a hit T.V. series. So take that, sayers of nay.
Speaking of traveling, I have thought about writing a travel essay entitled something like "places I have pooped" because having IBS I have pooped more places than not. Any sort of environmental change engages my illness so needless to say when I travel I defecate. Well, it's an idea anyway. I have found it is always good to get all ideas out so they don't disappear. But perhaps it is best to not write down these ideas on a public blog. Oh well, I am not into editing these posts so it is going to remain. And I will be the one laughing all the way to the bank when the Travel Channel picks up my travel column that spun off of my essay and turns it into a hit T.V. series. So take that, sayers of nay.
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